Sang Qing clenched his teeth, determined not to say another useless word to Chu Qing!
Chu Qing seemed indifferent as well, pouring himself a cup of tea and gently swirling the cup.
Just as they both remained silent, the door creaked open.
Wen Fusheng walked in from outside, already having listened for a while, and now looked at Chu Qing with full caution.
This kid is indeed a bad seed.
The kind that's bad to the core.
Chu Qing spread his hands:
"He doesn't plan to talk to me anymore, now it's the Manor Master's turn to take action.
"Let's see the power of the Soul-Piercing Finger."
"Just watch."
Wen Fusheng approached Sang Qing and said softly:
"If you can't take it, just say the word. As long as you speak honestly, you won't have to endure such pain anymore."
Sang Qing opened his eyes to glance at Wen Fusheng, letting out a cold laugh:
"Bah!"
Wen Fusheng, experienced in the Martial World, wasn't shaken in the slightest by such matters.
